Warhammer Seal

Chapter 110 Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God

Wende was not deaf, and immediately heard the voice from the cellar after seeing Ryan's hint.

Cheering, furtive, and very rhythmic at the same time.

The two expressed their views on the following at the same time.

"There must be some ass people plotting a rebellion below."

"Chaos Cult."

Everyone insisted on their own words, and no one could convince the other, but the knight of Bretonnia was not good at words, and he started to tap the floor lightly. He had to go down and see for himself.

dong dong dong.

A hollow floor was knocked by Ryan, and after groping carefully, he found a pull ring. When he pulled it, it turned out to be a staircase leading to the cellar.

Picking up the giant sword casually, this guy actually climbed down directly, just to prove to Wende that the following is just as he said, but a group of assholes preparing to rebel.

But as soon as he went there, he realized something was wrong. The smell of blood in the air was too strong, even the kitchen of a large banquet did not have such a heavy smell of blood.

And the taste of this blood is not game or poultry, but human blood.

"Oh, Wende, it seems that I have misjudged."

Honesty is the most precious spirit of a knight. Of course, he would not try to lose face. After knowing that the situation was wrong, he immediately told Wende who was still up there about his discovery.

The latter also slowly climbed down, while frowning and clenched his weapon tightly.

The cellar below is not as small as I imagined, but a vast space, and there is a road winding ahead to an unknown front road.

The two went all the way, and finally found out what was going on on the side of the rock.

This is a huge underground space, with a large basin made of brass in the center, which is full of severed limbs and flesh and blood, and the frowning smell of blood comes from here.

Dozens of believers in strange costumes are praying around the big brass basin, while holding various knives in their hands.

Bleeding from corpses, squeezing every drop of blood from every piece of flesh possible.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god!"

These cultists sang terrifying prayers, and at the same time cut off every piece of head they could find, peeled off the flesh, and piled them all together to form a hill.

"Skull Offering Skull Holder!"

"Fucking evil cultists."

Ryan, who was agitated, had forgotten that he needed to block his indecent words, so he cursed directly, and picked up the giant sword in his hand.

And Wende hurriedly held him back. Although he hadn't seen this kind of sacrificial occasion with his own eyes, he had more or less heard part of it.

The sacrificial method of these followers of Khorne, they will gather the flesh and skulls of their victims to summon low-level Khorne demons, such as bloodletters, from the chaotic space.

As for the method of restraint, Wende seems to have a clue.

Back then, I encountered a sacrifice occasion for Nurgle believers in the underground of the old world. They would gather all corrupted and dead things together to cast spells. The solution was to let living people stand in the sacrifice circle.

This Khorne is a bloodthirsty and war-thirsty evil god. Any blood and battle will intensify her divinity. If you want to stop the ceremony, you can't create more battles, at least you have to avoid bloodshed.

"We can't kill them, we just stun them and try not to bleed them."

"What strange thing? Well, you are well-informed, and I will obey."

He looked at the giant sword in his hand. When he slashed anyone who wasn't wearing armor, he could cut it in two. Blood and intestines would inevitably splatter everywhere, and he could even chop off a complete head with one blow.

In order to meet Wende's request, Ryan also had to put down the giant sword in his hand, and picked up a strange hammer from the side. I don't know if it was left by a blacksmith when digging the foundation.

Wende also unloaded the bayonet and withdrew the bullet at the same time.

The battle begins.

"Bretonnia, charge!"

Ryan raised his sledgehammer and rushed straight out. For the knights of Bretonnia, an attack without a slogan is equivalent to no attack.

His shouting also attracted the attention of all the cultists, and they all looked at him.

"Fresh sacrifice, put his blood, cut off his head!"

The weapons of the cultists are all kinds of serrated knives, which can leave a hard-to-sew wound on the flesh with a single stroke, causing blood to flow out continuously.

But the limitation of this weapon is also very big, that is, it can't break the armor, and it can't cause any damage to Ryan who is wearing heavy armor.

I saw Ryan wielding a hammer, and directly knocked a cultist who was rushing towards him into the air, and then added a hammer in the air, smashing it hard into the ground.

At the same time, he grabbed a cultist by the neck with his bare hands, and after pushing him into the ground, he raised his big foot and stomped hard on his chest.

Wende also acted quickly, dislocating the jaw of the cultist in front of him with the butt of his gun, and then hitting his ribs hard again. There was no blood, but it could kill people.

"a hundred."

"Well, that, ten."

The two worked together, no, Ryan was the main force, Wen De assisted, and together they defeated 110 cultists in this underground space.

Some of them were lucky enough to survive, and their breath was also weak.

In the past, Ryan would only stab a sword in their chest, but that would cause too much bloodletting.

You can only find the ropes first, and then hang them one by one, and hang the heads of these cultists into the noose.

"Let us go, let us go, we were wrong, and we won't worship evil gods in the future."

These believers of Khorne were actually persuaded, which made Wen Dele happy, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and continued to hang them one by one.

Of course, in addition to those who have been persuaded, of course there are also those who sell miserably.

"My lord, we are all poor farmers. We don't have food, that's why we are like this. We need, we need the priest's judgment."

"Hey, the trial is too troublesome."

Lane said, hanging another one.

All the cultists were dealt with by the two of them, and by the way, the big brass basin was smashed, allowing the accumulated blood to flow and seep into the ground.

"Every peasant who rebels has countless reasons to rebel, and there is nothing new about them."

Ryan also dealt with many similar peasant rebellions in Bretonnia and was very skilled.

But these peasant rebellions obviously had a strange purpose. They worshiped a strange god, and then wanted to gain the favor of that god through rituals.

"By the way, Wende, do you know what god they are worshiping?"

Wende wiped his gun stock lightly, of course he didn't forget the maintenance after the battle, and he didn't raise his head.

"This god, you'd better not know."

　Thank you for the monthly pass of [Shepherding the Lost Lamb].

　　Due to the previous incident, now the update has become twice every night, so sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)